Well, so long as they didn't qualify as friends. Grell had no qualms killing off the annoying cannon fodder. Nipping the ugly flowers in the bud was important to maintaining a healthy garden and Grell was a very good gardener. Or he liked to think he was. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, Grell clicked his tongue against his teeth in disapproval. "Betrayal is the one thing I don't stand for. Those sorts of people need to be taken care of quickly; preferably as painfully as possible. I do hope you gave them their medicine."

And made them choke on it. Thinking about the Madam's choice made Grell's blood boil. That boy. If it wasn't for the butler at his side, Grell really couldn't have cared less about him. Her refusal to kill him in the end had been a slap across the face after all he'd done for her. It hadn't been that long ago that he'd viewed her Record either, now that he thought about it. Gritting his teeth, he chased those thoughts away - they left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Luckily for him, Luxord was there to cheer him right up. The compliment was met with a brilliant grin and a girlish toss of his hair over his shoulder. If he wanted to hear about his baby, he would tell Luxord all about her. "All death gods are given a tool of the trade and I was just lucky enough to receive a chainsaw. But my poor darling, she was so plain and hadn't the strength to sing yet. So I was ever so kind to her, I repainted her to a beautiful red with gold details and upped her horsepower, gave her just the right balance from blade to handle and now? Now she's perfectly fit to me." Or she had been. Only God probably knew just how much Grell missed his scythe. She should have been in his arms now and yet all he got was a horrendous headache any time he tried to will her into being. It was painful both in the physical sense and the emotional one. Sighing, Grell glanced down at the cards in Luxord's hands again and raised an eyebrow. "Just what are you doing with those anyway?"